Dominate the Country

Three days later, in a teahouse in the Confucius Temple, Monkey was drinking tea happily, shaking his head while listening to the young lady Wu Nong on the stage singing Kunqu opera in a soft voice. When I heard the excitement, I clapped my hands and applauded. However, after he clapped once, when he put his hands back on the table, he was suddenly surprised that there was something under his palms.

The monkey was so scared that the bird dropped a few drops of water in an instant, but he didn't notice it at all, not at all. When did the other party put this letter in his hands?

The face that had been red from clapping and applauding just now was now waxy white.

The monkey looked at the envelope. There were only four words on it: Mr. Hou Qi. People no longer have the slightest interest in drinking tea and listening to music. Without opening the envelope, he simply put the letter in his pocket, got up and left the teahouse.

Although there was no signature on the envelope, Monkey intuitively told him that this letter came from Lao Liu and the others.

After returning home, Monkey opened the envelope, and then the whole person fell silent. It was unexpected that he could find out his family background so clearly.

The lights in the room were turned off early, but others kept their eyes open until dawn. The monkey went out at dusk the next day. He didn't go far when he saw the young man's cold face. After the two met, they walked to Confucius Temple and waited for a while by the Qinhuai River before Lao Liu arrived.

The three of them wandered around the Confucius Temple for half an hour, and then the young man took the monkey into the city. The monkeys all thought that the other party's lair was in the Confucius Temple outside the city. Who knew they were going into the city? Of course, this might be another cover-up for them. When a monkey goes to meet people for the first time, he will be a ghost only if others can completely believe him.

The three of them were still walking in circles when they arrived in the city. It wasn't until the sky turned completely dark that the young man and Lao Liu entered a small hotel with the monkeys on their left and right.

This hotel is not of high quality, let alone a chain store, but its business is still very good.

The inn was noisy. It was dinner time now. The aroma of wine and food mixed with the guests' voices urging them to drink, made the monkey clearly realize how many people came to the capital from all over the country during these days.

The aroma of the food was fragrant, and the monkey swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He hadn't eaten much since yesterday, and there was no one at home to cook, so he ate half of the remaining snacks and fruits. Old Liu took him to the second floor of the inn and walked to a guest room. The person guarding the door was also a young man. When he saw them, he just glanced at the monkey, nodded, and turned to knock on the door.

Although the monkey was only glanced at by the man, it was like a basin of cold water poured over his head. This man's eyes were really fierce. But he doesn't look like a Chinese, or maybe he's from Guangxi or Yunnan. He has dark skin, deep eye sockets, high jawbones and a flat nose. He is not tall but very lean.

Someone shouted from inside the room: "Who is it?" But it was in Yanjing dialect.

"The shopkeeper is me, Agui!" Lao Liu replied.

"Agui?" Monkey rolled his eyes. Could this old Liu be called Liu Gui? This was the first time he knew.

As soon as the door creaked open from the inside, a middle-aged man about the same age as Lao Liu stood behind the door and looked outside, pointed at the monkey following Lao Liu, and asked: "Is this Is this Mr. Hou?”

"Isn't it?"

The middle-aged man nodded and let the two of them into the house. The young man stayed outside the door, standing on both sides of the door with another young man as if he were door gods. This scene is not small, but it is also normal. In Nanjing, or in other major first- and second-tier cities, before the autumn and winter season for leather goods, you can often see groups of hunters doing business. Each one of them is not only big and thick, but also murderous. .

Lao Liu and the others pretended to be fur merchants, and the furs they brought out were all made of high-quality materials. This also obscures their identity to a certain extent. These young men had angry faces, and there were squirts in the tiger's mouth and the yellow smoke left by frequent shootings. They couldn't hide it without being hunters.

When the monkey came to the house and took a look, he found that there were two young people in the house with angry faces, and two old acquaintances. Yes, old acquaintance. They are all people doing gray business in Nanjing City. They don't see each other often, but they are familiar faces. In the middle of the two people, facing west, there is a person sitting on a circle chair. He is a middle-aged man in short clothes and dressed as a businessman.

"Haha, who do I think Mr. Hou is? It turns out to be you, an old boy. Do you also want to do this business?" An 'old acquaintance' sitting on the stool on the right turned to the monkey and shouted.

The 'old acquaintance' sitting on the chair on the other side frowned and said to the middle-aged man in the middle: "Mr. Ai, my old Xu's words are not nice, but I do it out of sincerity. Please tell me more." Be patient, monkey. What kind of honest man is that? You said that this person has a gun in his hand, and Monkey does have a gun in his hand, but doing business with him is one thing, and recruiting people into his gang is another matter. If the news leaks out, none of us can escape."

Xu Shan is an old man who has been in and out of the police station, but not many people know that he is a bannerman. Now Xu Shan's face is not oily at all when he speaks. He didn't care about the monkey's discolored face, because he believed that the skills of the two young men in the room could definitely subdue the monkey before it made any noise.

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Mr. Xu is worrying too much. Mr. Hou is a descendant of heroes and martyrs, and has a national hatred and family feud with the hypocrite. How can he be a capricious person?"

After Fan Shusheng left after selling the gun that day, Monkey and Lao Liu had a good talk. Then they also verified Hou Liang's words in the past few days. The middle-aged man was willing to bring Monkey into the group after careful consideration and approval from Woshina.

This middle-aged man was only the leader of one of the five action teams under Woshina, so Monkey and his team would not have contact with Woshina at this time. Being able to contact the action team was their ceiling.

And Woshina's action team was just one of the many teams led by Pete, so the British put in a lot of effort this time.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he looked at Monkey for a few times and said, "Mr. Hou, our business is a beheading business. You can come here to see me now, which means you have thought it through. It doesn't matter if I tell you a little more now, but after you listen, you have to write an oath and press your bloody handprint. If you leak any news, no one here will forgive you. Even if we all die, the people behind us will not forgive you."

Some things must be made clear when joining the gang.

Monkey smiled indifferently, "Mr. Ai, I have explained my life story very clearly. I believe you have verified it in the past few days. It's better not to say these embarrassing words. I, Hou Liang, have no objection to the rules that should be established. But we also agreed before that it would be 50,000 yuan, no bargaining." Hou Liang, who only cares about money and not people, really has no intention of risking his life to avenge his grandfather. There are many people like him in the world. When Chen Han Dynasty was in power, the number of Green Camp, Tuanlian, Eight Banners, corrupt officials, and Qing lackeys killed was no less than the fish in the Yangtze River estuary, but how many descendants of those people would risk their lives to avenge their ancestors?

If there were one million Chinese people who could think like this, the Qing Tartars would not be able to sit firmly in the Central Plains.

So, save yourself from national hatred and family feuds, money is the most important thing.

Monkey can help people like Wo Shi Ne without affecting himself, but now Wo Shi Ne's actions have affected his life. There are quite a few people in the gangs in Nanjing who know that he has a sniper rifle in his hand, and they also know that he can get guns. If something really happens in the capital in the future, can he still stay here comfortably?

Monkey has already made up his mind to leave after getting the money. So, for him, signing and stamping are all empty, and the colorful banknotes are real.

"Fifty thousand yuan is not a small amount, but Mr. Hou, don't worry, you won't lose a penny of this fifty thousand yuan." Mr. Ai smiled like a Maitreya Buddha. He looked at the three local snakes in Nanjing in front of him. None of these three people were determined to follow them to make trouble. They were either for money or for power.

Yes, the "power" in the gray area is also power. Holding a thigh and having a big backer is power. But if their group wants to make big news in Nanjing, they really can't do without them.

"Our ancestors were able to enjoy wealth and honor in the Qing Dynasty. Which family didn't fight for it with their lives? If they died, it was just a head; if they survived, it was wealth and honor for generations."

"The path our ancestors took back then can also be taken by us now."

"You should all know that the fake Chinese are fighting fiercely with the Europeans. This is a serious battle for the fate of the country."

"The Northwest has dragged a million troops, and there are hundreds of thousands of people on land and sea in America."

"If the fake Chinese win this battle, they will be the king of the earth; but if the fake Chinese lose, it will be irreversible."

The more Mr. Ai spoke, the redder his face became, and he was already engorged with excitement. "Who do you think holds the world of the pseudo-Han?"

"Is it the thief chief Chen Ming, or the new emperor Chen Ding?"

"Chen Ding two or three years ago was nothing. The pseudo-Han's kingdom depends on the old thief Chen Ming alone."

"As long as we take this opportunity to launch a Bolang attack, the pseudo-Han will be in chaos. Will their troops on the front line still have the will to fight? When the main forces of the sea and land more than a hundred miles away from the front line are defeated, how can the pseudo-Han dominate the world?" Mr. Ai directly omitted Chen Han's reserve and the domestic local garrison troops. Even if he re-recruited veterans to the army, he would not be able to wait until the Europeans came in, and the millions of troops with first-class armaments would be re-incorporated into the roster of Chen Han's army.

In fact, these words were just Mr. Ai's tricks to fool the monkeys. In Mr. Ai's mouth, the European coalition forces have become reliable allies of their Zhongshe Party. The purpose of their action this time is to assassinate Chen Ming and cooperate with the European coalition forces in the battlefield.

Moreover, there are also their insiders among the governors of Chen Han's country. As long as the wind and clouds gather, it is not impossible for the Qing Dynasty to revive.

Because the Europeans support their Zongshe Party...

But in fact, what is the real purpose of their group? That is to ignite a fire in Chen Han's abdication ceremony and make China lose people, that's all. They don't expect to really assassinate Chen Han's important figures.

And it's hard to say whether Monkey and the others will believe it. It's just that these three people are good actors with first-class acting skills. After Mr. Ai's voice fell, they immediately became loyal to the Zongshe Party. It seems that each of them was burned by the heroes after the restoration of the Qing Dynasty and the promise of future glory and wealth.

But in reality? Regardless of whether others believe it or not, Hou Liang absolutely does not believe it. Because he is very clear about Chen Han's military strength, huge reserve forces and sound mobilization mechanism for veterans, even those students in school now, they are all good soldiers with muskets.

He has seen the appearance of those child soldiers when they lined up to return to the capital. Although they are all high school students and college students, they are no worse than soldiers in Hou Liang's opinion.

It can be said that Chen Han has a large military reserve force. Let alone whether the million-strong army on the front line will really be defeated, even if it is defeated, Chen Han can still pull up the second and third million-strong army in a blink of an eye. So what Mr. Ai said is nonsense and a lie.

Monkey doesn't know whether his two old acquaintances have been deceived by Mr. Ai's sweet words. Anyway, he has made up his mind early. He will run away after getting the money.

Mr. Ai is also an Oscar-level performing artist. After hearing what Monkey and the others said, his face was as small as a bear that stole honey. He was absolutely extremely happy.

"Alas, it's also because our ancestors were not good enough. If everyone in the Qing Dynasty had the same thoughts as you, how could our glorious Qing Dynasty be overthrown by a small country rich man?

However, wealth and honor are sought in danger. There has never been a dynasty that conquered the world without bloodshed. The ancestors of the Eight Banners figured out this truth, and they fought bravely and bravely, and then they occupied the colorful world of the Central Plains. It's a pity that more than a hundred years of peaceful life have worn away the bloodiness of the Eight Banners, and they have become useless waste. But fortunately, there are people like us who don't forget the great grace of the Qing Emperor, and our Qing Dynasty has hope of restoration."

Mr. Ai sighed for a lot of nonsense again, and Monkey felt that he had to admire the person in front of him. This is indeed a good material for an official. He believed that this guy was really a member of the stupid Zongshe Party. Otherwise, those who are ruthless and desperate on the street can't use this skill of lying with open eyes.

Next is the monkey's joining ceremony. A portrait of Chen Ming is hung in the middle of the room. The monkey has to spit first, and then stab the head, chest and genitals of Chen Ming's portrait with a knife, which means three cuts and six holes + cutting off the descendants.

It's really cruel.

The monkey stood in front of the portrait. To be honest, he really couldn't open his mouth. Although he didn't respect Emperor Chen very much in his heart, he would curse Emperor Chen when he was annoyed or during the Qingming Festival, but to be honest, he really didn't do it to blaspheme Emperor Chen's portrait like this.

Chen Ming's portrait is widely circulated in the market, just like the portraits and bronze statues of Dongfanghong in later generations, they are all worshipped. It seems that there is a force suppressing the monkey, making his cheeks twitch.

But this world is a material world, and there are not so many gods and magic. No matter how the monkey hesitated for a moment, it opened its mouth and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on Chen Ming's face. Mr. Ai was so happy to see it.

When the monkey stabbed three holes in Chen Ming's portrait with a knife, Mr. Ai took two steps forward and said, "From now on, you, Mr. Hou, are a member of my Zongshe Party. From now on, we brothers will share the joys and sorrows."

Hou Liang felt like writing "Anti-Qing and Restoration of Ming" during the Qing Dynasty. However, when he received the 20,000 yuan paid in advance by Mr. Ai, the smile on Hou Liang's face became extremely real and sincere.